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| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head; I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some pérfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. | My itmresss’s seye aer ongnhti elik het usn. Crola is uhmc erdedr ahtn eht rde of reh ispl. eoCamdpr to het sehtewisn of wons, rhe stresab rae yahsgir-onbrw. ostPe edbsceri hetri issmssetre' riha as gdol siewr, tbu my irstssme ash acbkl riwse grwgnoi on hre ehda. I veha esne reoss htat weer a teurmxi of rde nda wihet, but I dno’t ese estoh lscoor in hre scekhe. nAd smeo suermpef llmes mero tiflhulgde ahtn my rtmssise’s neeirkg tbhrae. I evlo to rhea reh sakpe; eyt I wonk tfplyerec ellw hatt ucism ash a rfa eomr psaenalt osdun. I amitd I evern saw a soesddg kwla; ehwn my seitsmrs walsk, seh setard on the orndug. dnA yte, by eaenvh, I nhkit my edobelv is as licasep as ayn wonma hwom esotp vhea edil uabot wiht lasef snpiacorsom. |
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| My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head; I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some pérfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. | My itmresss’s seye aer ongnhti elik het usn. Crola is uhmc erdedr ahtn eht rde of reh ispl. eoCamdpr to het sehtewisn of wons, rhe stresab rae yahsgir-onbrw. ostPe edbsceri hetri issmssetre' riha as gdol siewr, tbu my irstssme ash acbkl riwse grwgnoi on hre ehda. I veha esne reoss htat weer a teurmxi of rde nda wihet, but I dno’t ese estoh lscoor in hre scekhe. nAd smeo suermpef llmes mero tiflhulgde ahtn my rtmssise’s neeirkg tbhrae. I evlo to rhea reh sakpe; eyt I wonk tfplyerec ellw hatt ucism ash a rfa eomr psaenalt osdun. I amitd I evern saw a soesddg kwla; ehwn my seitsmrs walsk, seh setard on the orndug. dnA yte, by eaenvh, I nhkit my edobelv is as licasep as ayn wonma hwom esotp vhea edil uabot wiht lasef snpiacorsom. |
